Some years ago we thought some geese would look nice on our dam, so we got a pair.  They had babies.  The babies had babies.  We now have a veritable armada of geese intimidating the native birds, and the head gardener.  It was time for a cull!. 

First catch your goose!  Not easy, and with remarkable wisdom the geese were able to see through every ploy at entrapment on their way to our Christmas dinner.  

Thumbing through a book of Helenistic sculpture, I came across an image of one of the classics of that era, a very small boy strangling a goose.  Perhaps 3 or 4, the boy is up to the task and getting on with it, in stark contrast to the head gardener.

Perhaps if I reproduced the piece, it would steele my resolve and bring out the latent hunter.

Much reproduced in Roman and later periods, this piece has a striking pose, dynamic intent and has so failed to bring any real geese to heel.

Produced in a white clay and fired to 1140 degrees, with a light clear glaze. 

The main lesson learn't while attempting this copy is that those Greeks were pretty good!